A body, an object, or a belief buried within a mass of improbable
strata, the infinite in the ordinary, the diamonds of the heavens
mirrored on the watery surface of a deep dark well littered with debris, the space between the zenith of two waves, committed to the very ground
of being.

Sifted from the sands of my mind; an
improvised recipe, an accident of alchemy become an experimental mix of
media that blurs definition, a ritual invented to invade a void.

As
I seek relief from the grief of our humanity and the grid of everyday
perspective, these are some of the concerns surrounding my work at
present as I move forward among the cycles of creation and affirm that
what is, is beautiful still.